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ABOUT KYRA DAVIS

I'm the internationally published author of the Sophie Katz mystery series, and So Much For My Happy Ending. My first Erotic Fiction Trilogy will be released in January 2013.

Aside from that, I'm a single mom; I'm addicted to coffee and True Blood (the show, not the drink). I'm happy with who I am yet I’m always striving to be better; I have more bad hair days than good ones, I love a challenge but I am not fearless, I’m….well…just me.

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Free Press & No Taxes

It has been quite an eventful week for me media wise. A little over a week ago I was given a wonderful review by the Detroit Free Press. This was a fabulous surprise since as far as I know none of my publicists pitched them. Then that review was syndicated and republished in last Sunday’s Houston Chronicle! And just in case that wasn’t enough I was featured in an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer this last Tuesday and The Good Times (a Bay Area weekly publication) also featured me in a two page article!

And to top it all off I am still on the Barnes & Noble Hardcover Mystery Bestseller list!!!!! To stay on that list for three months straight is HUGE!!!

And there are more big things in the works right now that I’ll fill you in on a little later….

In the meantime my six-year-old is formulating big plans for our future. Those plans involve cloning a Woolly Mammoth and building a time machine. As far as the Wooly Mammoth is concerned he figures he’ll be able to start working on that when he’s a teenager with the help of a geneticist and a zoologist (he of course will be the Jr. paleontologist). He’d like to start working on the time machine immediately but apparently it requires that he disassemble a few things that I’m rather attached to—like my vacuum cleaner and blender. Okay fine, I’m not that attached to the vacuum but it seems unwise to render it completely useless. He’s tried to reason with me. Just this morning while I was busy trying (and failing) to catch up on emails he walked over to me and said “You know…there are no taxes.”

I hesitated a moment as I tried to make sense of the remark. “I don’t think I’m following you.”

“There were no taxes in prehistoric times,” he explained patiently. “If you just let me tear apart the vacuum you could come time traveling with me and you won’t have to file anymore taxes and everything that you might want that’s in Mesozoic America…it’s free!”